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Max's Brummett pimping tapered off slightly when Brummett came out against Hillary. I have a feeling it's going to go back into high gear when he returns if Brummett can write more ridiculous columns like that.

Let's see. One was a founding father and great American. The other, a career politician who spent twenty years waiting for his turn to be governor without so much as a single competitive race until Asa Hutchinson came along.

Gag.

"It was uplifting that..." a ballot initiative, our most democratic exercise, was pushing them to enact a
severance tax.
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For some reason I always liked Sammy Adams a little bit better than John.

until Asa Hutchinson came along.<<

Boy, that really worked out well for Rwingnuts, didn't it.
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So Brummet does not like the process but he's delighted with the outcome so it's all OK. Well great. But what happens when Beebe's process delivers an outcome that isn't so delightful? Will Brummet criticize his beloved Beebe? Not likely.

Leslie, where's the sat. night free for all?????

HEY LESLIE, DON'T LEAVE WITHOUT AN OPENLINE....Important birthday stuff.

A single consideration of John Brummett as a voice of reason constitutes a failure of our educational system.

When it comes to hot air,
Brummett is almost as full
of it as Barrack Obama.

Word garbbage...

Well, elWood, guess we are out of luck,,,good stuff and no where to post it so g'night.

Open line anyway:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!!

Happy 50th to the peace sign
Friday, April 04, 2008
Pittsburgh Post-Gazette
It debuted the year the Chevy Impala was introduced, the hula hoop was the national craze and the United States launched its first satellite.

Fifty years ago today, an odd-looking symbol went public in London's Trafalgar Square at the start of Britain's first major demonstration against nuclear weapons.
It became known as the peace sign and was designed by Gerald Holtom, a London textile designer, for a demonstration by a disarmament group called the Direct Action Campaign. The group planned a 52-mile march from London to the town of Aldermaston, where an atomic weapons research center was based.

See the diagrams on blue name

(still have any of your 60s peace sign amulets or buttons?)

Well eLwood - mine fell off! And, I don't remember where it went.

I took it off of my Fender Telecaster Bass in the sixties or early seventies and planted it on my Woodstock poster. When I had the Woodstock poster framed about 10 years ago, that's when I noticed it was missing. A big smudge remains where it was.

I'm just thankful that I still have the poster.

They can pry his cold, dead hands off his guns now. Charlton Heston dead at 84.

There is such joy in the "Banana Republic". The Democrats have found a way to raise taxes, yet again. Does this mean taxes can be lowered for the over burdened working class?

eLwood, I have a pair silver earrings of the peace symbol, just dug them out yestday
to polish up for the b'day....................
PEACE & FLOWER POWER

"Sen. Bob Johnson of Bigelow, said he didn't see much reason even to bother speaking against such a fait accompli"

I have a hard time believing Bob Johnson used fait accompli in a sentence.

I have a hard time believing Bob Johnson.
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Where's your Moses now, see.......where's your Moses now......

Though it took several years Michael Moore's damage finally killed old Charlton Heston. My last memory of Chuck will be him wandering away from Moore at a cowards pace, a confused, befuddled old man. I guess today they're trying to pry his gun from his cold dead hands.....my god...Heston was a prophet!

He was ahead of the game when he marched in support of Martin Luther King, so kudos for that. Following in the path of his buddy, Ronald Raygun, Heston switched from the Democratic Party and became more conservative with each gray pubic hair. Why isn't there a pill to stop that? Grandpa McCain just lost a vote, one less gun is pointed at the head of gays and Mexicans and the last of the 50s Hollywood leading men is dead. Long live the 50s!

I bought my first and only peace sign at a grubby little store on Garrison called Mr. Vic's with some Christmas money in 1968. I also bought a leather buckskin vest with fringe on it.....to go with my plaid bell-bottom pants. Picture Sherman, the boy from Sherman & Peabody on the old Bullwinkle Show, wearing all that. I'd put it all on and then stand in front of the full length mirror in the bathroom and admire myself. I looked and looked because I was afraid I looked stupid. The big problem was: I did look stupid....real stupid.

It was 1968, I was 13, my control freak father went nuclear over long hair, so I had none of that. I wore thick-ish glasses and I had pimples bigger than my balls. The mirror reflected all this back to me and it couldn't be denied......I looked stupid. So into the closet went the fringed vest and the silver peace symbol, never to be worn. By the next summer I had worked up the courage to wear the bell-bottomed pants. I had them on one sunny afternoon at Baptist church camp, cutting quite a swath, no doubt. I had cornered 2 fine Baptist foxes and the conversation was going very very well, until I felt a bug enter my bell-bottoms thru the medium-sized bell of course. The bug was crawling up my leg heading for the boys, ya know.

Not wanting to stop this breakthrough conversation with the fine foxes I made a maneuver with my other leg which caused the bug to start stinging me every inch it crawled up my leg. It did this because it was one of them damn wasps that live in the ground and I was standing over his or her hole. Miraculously I retained my composure and excused myself, I think as coolly as Sinatra would have, and calmly walked back to our dormitory where I ripped off my pants as the wasp flew off. The wasp had stung me 17 times and lived to tell about it. I really regret that his lived, but I have assumed all these years if I had had the fringed vest and the peace symbol around my neck the stings would have been fatal.

A few years later the house burned and so did my vest, my bell-bottoms and my silver peace symbol....and my Easy Rider and Woodstock albums too. So I have very few relics from the 60s to comfort me in my old age. I can still shut my eyes and feel that wasp working his way up my leg. I can still see the foxes long straight beautiful hair and their long sexy Baptist legs, but their names and faces have gone away with my stuff.

I see Charlton Heston driving that chariot and being whipped by the Roman in the chariot with the razor blade hubcaps, I see him kissing a girl ape, and running away from Michael Moore. I'm 2% happy that Beebe got big oil & gas to flip us an extra penny as they stagger under record profits and good people are forced to park their cars and walk to work. The 60s promised us a lot of good stuff that never came to be.

We got no Easy Ridin, we got no peace, Wal-Mart doesn't sell bell-bottoms made in China, Big Oil has made apes out of all of us. And as I contemplate my fine Baptist foxes going thru menopause, I feel like I'm being stung again and again and again because once again something that comes out of a hole in the ground is stinging all of us each time we fill our tanks, each time another dead solder comes home from the Bush War For Oil in Iraq. Happy Sunday, you all!